It's been nonstop for me for a few days so let me first say "Thank You!" to everyone for the birthday wishes and the gifts. I will respond individually as well when I am able to catch up with everything.
We went over to my parents' place for Thanksgiving dinner. It was very nice. Very quiet. Trey was the only kid in the house and that made for a more peaceful Thanksgiving than usual.
After dinner, I laid down on the couch to watch the Cowboys. I think it's a rule or something. I hadn't had much down time for the last couple of days and got up at 4:30 to teach my exercise class (I gave them the option and they chose to exercise Thursday and Friday - that's dedication) and my parents had the heat in the house turned up to about 80 or some unreasonably hot temperature. Combine all that with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and some scrumptious dinner rolls and I was quickly asleep.
Until I heard this gawdawful noise.
I tried to resist opening my eyes because I had to go back to work. I was on a 4 hour break for Thanksgiving and then was going to be going back. Continuing this little nap would be wonderful. I had fallen asleep late in the second quarter and now it was halftime. I don't even think that technically counts as a nap. That's more of a head nod then a nap.
The noise didn't stop though and I opened my eyes. On the TV was some boy band who made NSync sound like Pavarotti. "I make better noises sitting on the toilet," a former employer of mine would have said of these guys.
Mind you, I was watching a football game when I fell asleep. Helmets crashing together, whistles blowing, mixed with Chevy Truck commercials played 10 decibels higher than the game where trucks crash through exploding buildings. I slept through all of that only to have my peace disturbed by teenagers pretending to be rock stars.
You can watch this if you would like to share the pain. Just so you know, I did not watch this video. I just found an official video and posted it here. I can't go through it again. The trauma is too much to relive. I add it here on my blog because until this half-time show, I had never heard of Jonas Brothers and so I figure, many of you may have never heard of them or (thankfully) heard them.
My dad came back to the room. He must have left when the quarter ended and now reappeared with a "What the hell is that noise?"
"I don't know," I said. I wouldn't learn the name of the band until they were done singing lip syncing to something that should never have seen the light of day.
Dad had a piece of pie with him so I decided to console myself and try to move out of earshot of the TV by going to the kitchen for a piece of pie myself.
When I got back, they were done and we got to watch Chevy trucks drive through exploding buildings again. May I insert here that they will never make trucks look cool enough for me to purchase just for the sake of having a truck?
"Who decides the halftime show?" my dad asked.
Seriously, how many 12 year old girls are watching the Cowboys game? I'm sure there are a few but don't you think the largest demographic is adult males? Who was the genius that decided to put a terrible boy band as a halftime show for a football game? I wouldn't have been surprised if they had followed up the show with those pink text message thingies for pre-teen girls. Wouldn't Chevy and Bud Light commercials be a hint of what kind of show to put on for half-time? Hell, just play some music and let the Cheerleaders dance. What's next year's half-time show going to be? Disney Princess Songs?
Good gawd!
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